Kuto

Kuto’s life no. 217

The wind whipped through his hair as he pedaled hard, the cold air numbing his cheeks. His breath came out in white puffs and his hands were starting to go numb inside his gloves. He had been riding for hours, and he was starting to tire, but he pushed on. He had promised himself that he would make it to the top of the mountain today, no matter how long it took him.

As he finally reached the summit, he collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath. It had taken everything he had to make it up here, but it was worth it; the view from the top was incredible.He could see for miles in every direction; even though there was still snow on some of the peaks off in the distance, down here at lower elevations most of it had melted already and everything was starting to green up again after a long winter."
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